Sometimes our greatest sense of abundance comes from the privilege of being able to share with someone we love.
When has sharing brought you joy?
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Sometimes our greatest sense of abundance comes from the privilege of being able to share with someone we love.
When has sharing brought you joy?
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My relationship with my best friend is intense, and it is built on sharing.
If we hadn’t been in the same section of the choir (tenor), we might not have hit it off so well. Sharing a voice got us here.
We share meals, both in my home and out. We share our beverages like germs don’t exist. I shared my family on Christmas Eve, to keep him from going home to an empty house and a TV dinner between the UU Service and his Midnight Mass gig.
We know stuff about each other that no one else does. Sometimes, he’ll be the only one who “gets” me, and vice versa, so we talk to each other about those things that we think are too weird for anyone else.
Having bipolar, I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy, and yet it happened to my best friend, so we share that too. We’re pulling each other through.
Maggie, an amazing friendship. You’re lucky to have him.
I know. I love him so much.
Sharing with others has not been my strong suit. I put it down to having been an only child. I like other people but don’t have much confidence in sharing things or thoughts with them. The sharing I enjoy most is when someone says “Oh, I like that”; rather often, I find myself wanting to give that object to them! When I do, I sometimes receive a refusal from them since they see them as pride in my family history. A doll I have that my Mom dresseed in fashionable clothing after the WWII are fabulous. Very likely I will give that collection to a museum.